Computing

A momentary madness,
Uncountable popped pills,
Time holds still........
till eons later
he opens his eyes,
his quivering lips
tracing out a whisper
A few words.........
The raging fire inside
has died.......
But ember smoke lingers on
in his mind,
A thousand unexpressed words
Fill his thoughts
Rolling inside deep,
deep down in his heart
The fury of the tempest
inside his ravaged soul
call out to his incapacitated limbs,
They do their best
But all is in vain..........
The hands or feet do not obey again,
Days linger on..........
Some fruitful ,some not
Life has lost its meaning,
His soul suffering
the worst blow,
Kabir, my son! turn around,
Think and show
that you win.........
Time ceases to exist
In the blur of hazy
Days and Nights
Oh! Kabir, why did you have to do it?